The story I'm going to tell, is not my story.
It is the story of someone, who is telling a story which is very similar to his own.
The dream I will remember, won't be mine.
It's the dream of someone who remembers a dream, that is very similar to his own.
I think of stories I like to make stories.
To tell them. I know this must sound like the dream of little Iasonas. What will he be when he grows up.
When I wake up, it'll happen again.
It'll start all over...
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
Not Rita
Το ονομα της δεν ειναι Ριτα.
Δεν εχει χασει τον συντροφο της.
Δεν νιωθει να κινδυνευει απο τιποτε.
Δεν βρισκεται καν στην εικονα.
Η φωτογραφια της εχει προστεθει μπροστα απο αυτην του σπιτιου.
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